Kill Team Batrep: The Daemon Forge

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The alarm came from out of nowhere, piercing the sweltering, monotonous gloom of the forge like hot nails through lead. Magos Kelethrex had been overseeing the creation of yet another great war machine to be birthed within the magma-filled vaults of the complex when the alarm sounded, half warbling klaxon, half wailing shriek of thousands of trapped neverborn. The sound caused the lumbering, vat-grown serfs attending Kelethrex to cover their malformed heads and moan in pain, and more than a few slipped and fell into the hot magma of the forge, screaming before the molten metal consumed them. Even worse, the half-made construct in front of Kelethrex was driven into a frenzy by the sounds, the tank-sized conglomeration of steel and flesh thrashing and flailing in the great chains that held it above the pit.

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A certain box I got over the weekend….

So, just to get on board this rapidly moving hype train, I went and got the Sisters of Battle Box over the weekend. Needless to say, I have been a little busy since then, assembling the minis and eagerly leafing through the shiny new Adepta Sororitas codex.

Expect a codex review soon in the future, as well as showcases of my progress, and thoughts on how I’m going to adapt my existing Sororitas army into the new book. Needless to say, though, I can’t wait to test the new book out on the tabletop.

Siege of Hod’s Anvil, Part 5: The Forlorn Hope

He could no longer remember how long he had been down here. It could have been a day, a month a year…time and memory had devolved into fleeting, hazy things in the wake of all of the pain, the blood, and the screaming. At least, he knew there had been pain, because his entire body throbbed with raw, incessant agony, and every time it dulled, his captor found some way to make it return, hotter and sharper than before. He knew there had been blood because he smelled its familiar copper tang, and felt it awash across his naked form. And he knew there had been screaming, because his throat was hoarse and raw. Beyond that, the details of how, why, where, when and who escaped him.

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On Remembrance

As a brief aside from my usual wargaming related stuff, today is Remembrance Day here in Canada, where we honour all Canadian soldiers who fell, and survived, in wars both past and recent. I will forever be grateful to them that the only war I ever need experience is the harmless tabletop variety.

Requiscat in pace.

PS: and in light of some…well, recent events here in Canada, I will simply say this: poppies are a nice gesture, but they are not, and never have been, mandatory for respecting those who fought and fell. Poppies should never be used as a barometer for patriotism or “Canadianness.”

The Siege of Hod’s Anvil, Part 4: Boarding Action

(Artist Unknown)

It felt good to be back on his command throne, Khyrus thought to himself as he eased back into glossy obsinite seat at the centre of the Talon’s bridge, welcoming the feeling of the jagged spines of the armrests digging into his palms and forearm. n the familiar gloom of the ship’s interior, he saw the dull brown orb of Hod’s Anvil on the holo-ghost before him, turning with a ponderous slowness in the void.

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